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07-19-2016, 06:19 PM
The stroll wasn't all that bad, considering.
The breezes that slipped off of the backs of the mountains were a welcome respite from the smothering humidity of the Threshold. With a slight grin gracing his dark lips the horned stallion sashayed his way toward the Aurora Basin with the lovely Zyanya as his guide. From time to time he would turn his attention to her cream-and-starlight form, adoration and contentedness dripping from his pores.
What a gift, she was! What an absolute godsend. Her presence filled Skyfall with the urge to craft and create and weave, to bless the universe with silks and jewels in a way that he had thought was lost to him. With a sigh, the lithe gent forced his mind away from the precipice upon which it balanced; the memories below a blackened trench of dread and forlorn tears. He had been only a few months into his life, into that first spring, when he had discovered his abilities.
Prancing alongside his mother, prattling away about the colors, the patterns, the textures, the liveliness and beauty of it all, when a shaft of sunlight through leaves had caught his young eye. Slim as a twig, the bloody-coated child had pranced toward the light, his heart singing hymns and praises to the simple majesty of such a sight. As he had neared, Skyfall had felt a slight twinge in his gut, as if a line was attached to his belly and was pulling him ever closer to that golden stream of light. He had tilted his head and paused only briefly before reaching out that soft muzzle to touch the sunlight.
As soon as he had made contact, the pillar of golden glow had began to unravel. Skyfall had caught the sunlight-made-solid on his horns, spinning and pivoting until the cloth was draped loosely about him, snipped to an end by whatever force within him that had begun the whole thing. He had laughed, then, a melodic sound brought on by innocent joy and new discovery...
Snapping back into the present, guided by the voice of his Doll, Skyfall gave his head a slight shake, banishing the memories back to the saddened pit where they belonged. Turning his attention to the delicate mare by his side, the stallion's lips folded into an indulgent smile as he took in their surroundings, though his eyes always found their way back to Zyanya. With a nod, the crowned rogue took Zyanya's advice, opal eyes trained upon the terrain with a focus that belied his seemingly inattentive attitude.
It wasn't long before the pair of horned equines came upon quite the sight - two towering and rusted contraptions built to the likeness of equines. Brows raising, Skyfall felt admiration pool within his chest at the magnificent dedication and craftsmanship that must have brought the two sentinels into existence. Swiveling an ear to Zya Doll - as he had taken to calling her in his mind - as she spoke, Skyfall nodded sagely.
"Of course," Came his reply, accepting easily the prospect of Milo and his brother's happiness, "A lot of love went into creating them, only makes sense that they would be happy to have love given to them still. Especially in the form of a name. You're very sweet to do that." Flicking his cream colored tail, Sky nodded a greeting toward each of the towering machines, "Hello, there, I'm Skyfall. Lovely to meet your big, cold, metal acquaintances."
Moving so that he stood beside his lovely Zya Doll, the newest Aurora Basin hopeful waited patiently, hoping that he'd be allowed to join the lives of those hidden in the frigid valley.
The breezes that slipped off of the backs of the mountains were a welcome respite from the smothering humidity of the Threshold. With a slight grin gracing his dark lips the horned stallion sashayed his way toward the Aurora Basin with the lovely Zyanya as his guide. From time to time he would turn his attention to her cream-and-starlight form, adoration and contentedness dripping from his pores.
What a gift, she was! What an absolute godsend. Her presence filled Skyfall with the urge to craft and create and weave, to bless the universe with silks and jewels in a way that he had thought was lost to him. With a sigh, the lithe gent forced his mind away from the precipice upon which it balanced; the memories below a blackened trench of dread and forlorn tears. He had been only a few months into his life, into that first spring, when he had discovered his abilities.
Prancing alongside his mother, prattling away about the colors, the patterns, the textures, the liveliness and beauty of it all, when a shaft of sunlight through leaves had caught his young eye. Slim as a twig, the bloody-coated child had pranced toward the light, his heart singing hymns and praises to the simple majesty of such a sight. As he had neared, Skyfall had felt a slight twinge in his gut, as if a line was attached to his belly and was pulling him ever closer to that golden stream of light. He had tilted his head and paused only briefly before reaching out that soft muzzle to touch the sunlight.
As soon as he had made contact, the pillar of golden glow had began to unravel. Skyfall had caught the sunlight-made-solid on his horns, spinning and pivoting until the cloth was draped loosely about him, snipped to an end by whatever force within him that had begun the whole thing. He had laughed, then, a melodic sound brought on by innocent joy and new discovery...
Snapping back into the present, guided by the voice of his Doll, Skyfall gave his head a slight shake, banishing the memories back to the saddened pit where they belonged. Turning his attention to the delicate mare by his side, the stallion's lips folded into an indulgent smile as he took in their surroundings, though his eyes always found their way back to Zyanya. With a nod, the crowned rogue took Zyanya's advice, opal eyes trained upon the terrain with a focus that belied his seemingly inattentive attitude.
It wasn't long before the pair of horned equines came upon quite the sight - two towering and rusted contraptions built to the likeness of equines. Brows raising, Skyfall felt admiration pool within his chest at the magnificent dedication and craftsmanship that must have brought the two sentinels into existence. Swiveling an ear to Zya Doll - as he had taken to calling her in his mind - as she spoke, Skyfall nodded sagely.
"Of course," Came his reply, accepting easily the prospect of Milo and his brother's happiness, "A lot of love went into creating them, only makes sense that they would be happy to have love given to them still. Especially in the form of a name. You're very sweet to do that." Flicking his cream colored tail, Sky nodded a greeting toward each of the towering machines, "Hello, there, I'm Skyfall. Lovely to meet your big, cold, metal acquaintances."
Moving so that he stood beside his lovely Zya Doll, the newest Aurora Basin hopeful waited patiently, hoping that he'd be allowed to join the lives of those hidden in the frigid valley.
@Zyanya @Hotaru @Deimos
